SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 215: What is mine is yours

"Huh?" Damon was utterly confused. He knew the voice of course but there was no way that man should be able to communicate with him here and now. He took another breath as he pondered the possibility when suddenly he froze on the spot.

Damon slowly took yet another breath and then another. His eyes wide open he raised his hand and in front of him gathered a small but stable ball of spinning mana.

Mana!

Mana was now present???

Mana, pure, unfiltered, ambient mana was here. In the real world.

His thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. This shouldn’t be possible. The rules of the world didn’t allow for it, not yet. Was it because of the divine-level fracture that had been forcibly sealed? Was something covering their world broken because of all of that?

"Its everywhere." Damon muttered. He absent-mindedly played around with that ball of mana, expanding it and compressing it, enjoying the sensation of mana bending to his will.

"So how long are you going to keep playing? I thought you liked that old man?" The voice sounded again.

La Rocha!

Damon paused. A frown appeared on his face. Appearance of mana in the world was fine but why was this bastard able to communicate with him?

"Why are you able to talk to me? Especially when I did not give the permission to do so?" Damon asked, not completely pleased with this development. It was one thing to have Blood Reign talking to him from time to time but he did not want this scheming bastard to constantly have access to his ears.

"Tsk tsk," La Rocha replied, voice thick with amusement. "Such hostility. I am your soul bound item spirit so of course I would be able to communicate with you."

"Nope. I need to turn you off." Damon firmly shook his head.

La Rocha scoffed and then answered. "Yes. You can turn me off if that is what you want. I am only able to talk to you because you haven’t yet asked me not to."

"Alright. Then shut up."

"Aren’t you curious about the old man at all? Don’t you want to save him, Master?"

Damon’s face twitched. To begin with, he did not ask about that because why the hell would La Rocha ever help him. The fact that this guy repeatedly kept asking about the same thing only made it more and more suspicious.

"What’s the catch? Do you need something from me?"

La Rocha became silent for a while. "You know, Blood God. I am deeply offended by your insinuations but I will let it go because time is really precious at the moment. I don’t need anything in return from you. I am simply offering you help to save your ally. This is my job after all. From now for the next couple hundred years."

Damon narrowed his eyes. He did not want to believe the guy but there was no harm in listening to his solution. "So what do you have?"

La Rocha’s voice immediately chimed in. "A soul healing elixir of course."

Damon blinked. "A what?"

"A soul healing elixir," La Rocha repeated with exaggerated patience, like a merchant explaining the obvious to a particularly thick-headed customer. "This isn’t some petty flesh wound we’re dealing with, it’s a soul rupture. Regular healing won’t touch it, but this..."

Damon exhaled slowly. "You’re telling me you had something like this the whole time?"

"Correction," La Rocha said smoothly, "You have it. What is mine is yours for the next couple hundred years."

Damon’s face twitched again. Yup, he did not trust this bastard for one second. However, his gaze landed on Artimius who was looking at him curiously from a distance. The old man had gone above and beyond for him. Even if there was a small chance, he wanted to try.

"Alright. Give it."

The next second a small test tube with a cork appeared on his hand. Inside the test tube, was a swirling, opalescent liquid that seemed to change color depending on how the light hit it. Silver, violet, deep blue, and hints of crimson shimmered in layered waves. It didn’t look like any potion Damon had ever seen in Earth Online.

"What is this made of?" he muttered, not entirely sure if he wanted to know.

"Oh just a few things and some herbs and a little bit of this and that you know." La Rocha danced around it.

Damon stared at the vial. He did not have the time to get the information out of this scheming bastard right this moment. He looked at the vial again and then came to a decision. He walked towards Artimius.

"Pour three drops into his mouth. The rest... place it directly over the sternum. The liquid will take care of the rest." La Rocha happily gave the instructions.

Damon knelt beside Artimius and glanced up at Sylvara. Her eyes, puffy and red, widened as she saw the vial.

"Alright, old man," he said quietly. "This might be your last shot. This is a questionable soul-healing elixir." Damon paused and then added again. "Its very questionable and I personally would hesitate a lot to drink it but right now there is not enough time and this could be your last chance. What do you want to do? Are you dead set on dying or do you want to take a little risk?"

Artimius chuckled, a weak rasp of a sound that still somehow held its old, familiar weight. "A questionable elixir handed to you by an even more questionable person? Sounds like a gamble I would’ve made in my youth." He coughed, a wet sound that made Sylvara flinch. "And I suppose I have always liked long odds."

The old man remained silent for a moment and then let out a burst of hearty laughter. "Oh what the hell. This old man soul is still young at heart. Give it to me. Let me see if there is still a chance for this old guy to walk the world along with you hot-blooded youngsters."

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